Desire reveals Design. Design reveals Destiny.

A big plot device with my character was shitcanned recently and I'm having a hard time coming back to the game. I'll be honest: part of it is because I'm still a little raw about my intentions being so grievously misinterpreted, and another is because some of my favorite people to RP with have left because their story arc got shitcanned too. I'm just left thinking, 'why bother'?

The other aspect is that I'm sort of stuck on what to do next. If you know anything about my character, I'd love some… Continue

The ever-present night was a comfort to him as he sat with his elbows on his knees and a thousand-meter drop to the South district's shopping quarters just below his feet. The dizzying heights were a solace to him and the threat of imminent death (especially among the high winds) coupled well with his dark thoughts.

So he had thrown his lot in with the enemy and estranged himself from the only safety he would ever know. What did he expect would have happened? A betrayal (and so soon!) was by hi… Continue

[12:15] Culain Muircastle?: <<Incoming comm link: encrypted channel conventional signal>>
[12:16] Gabrael Couturier?: <<Firewall intercept - Code Michael>> Gabrael is busy. Please state your business.
[12:20] Culain Muircastle?: <<A subroutine or a duplicate? Fascinating, multiple instances appear in several subjects. No coincidence. Gabrael is requested to attend Gemini Research Facility s4 (coordinates are in a supplemental pulse). A meeting with myself is overdue… Continue

He awoke to Urael gently tapping him on the foot. Gabrael's body temperature was low, indicating to him the need to recharge his plasmoid stream.

"The relays are complete," his brother told him in a measured voice unsuccessfully masking his disdain, "you can probably perform the experiment before you take your bath."

Of course he could, but wouldn't. Urael's shell was a constant source of tension between them. While Gabrael had equipped the shell to serve its sensory duties, he had taken extra… Continue

Gabrael kept his vigil above the streets of the western district that night. The dank, narrow alleys where the cravens crept and the druggies dealt were a source of great interest to him. He hovered only twenty meters above the walkways as his human eyes were not as adept at penetrating shadows as previous shell's. The denizens scurried beneath him on petty errands of mere opportunity and the misfortune of an unsuspecting victim.

He had spoken with them after traveling with Hibiki on a run. He… Continue